Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.